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Bonne Fête Douce Mère!



Always she drives the souls to new attempt;
Always her magical infinitude
Forces to aspire the inert brute elements;

As one who has all infinity to waste,
She scatters the seed of the Eternal’
s strength
On a half-animate and crumbling mould,
Plants heavens delight in the hearts passionate mire,
Pours godheads seekings into a bare beast frame,
Hides immortality in a mask of death.

Once more that Will put on an earthly shape.
A Mind empowered from Truth’s immutable seat
Was framed for vision and interpreting act
And instruments were sovereignly designed
To express divinity in terrestrial signs.

(Savitri)


(Picture Card designed by Sandhya - sandhya.2306@gmail.com)

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